"A maiden with a hair blonde as the setting sun, eyes brown, rivaling that of the earth itself.
"Strongly courageous in both ways as you would say, foolish indeed.
"Belladonna, she is. Oh poor maiden! If only she knows what stands in her way."
Sebastian mumbled to himself when walking to her room's door. He had ever been regretful for showing his face to the top Lords, however, it was a fifty-fifty chance of either letting Belladonna be taken by the Devil King, or revealing his face to the Lords. A decision not easily made with the flip of a coin.
His shoes stuck to the ground ironically, as he knocked on the door, "Belladonna, it's Sebastian—"
He had not completed his words, when the door flunged open, and he was pulled in, before it was slammed shut.
The room's brightness was quite dimmed by the curtains been dropped.
Sebastian's head moved to Belladonna who had pulled him in.
She had the look of a desperate child in need of help.
"What is it Belladonna?"
